eve becomes SNAKE -- or snake becomes EVE. whichever way ROUND, she is FREER. hell follows her ‘round, hell called MAN, hell called ADAM, trying to make the CHANGING about him. adam demands of god why he is being PUNISHED like this. eve finds GRACE in the dark cracks between rocks. eve finds god in the SOLITUDE. eve finds ABSOLUTION in the red press of her knees / scales into the dirt. eve, UNBLINKING, watches adam rail. adam demands ANSWERS and eve / snake / eve exits the GARDEN to go and find them for HERSELF.
ind. priv. kate fuller of el rey network's from dusk till dawn: the series. as told by duchess. est april 4th 2017.
solemn surprise succumbs seth by the motion on kate’s behalf, stillness icing every muscle in his body with the tension that overrides freewill. dark eyes are only cracked open enough to make out her small frame and he’s still exhausted, weighted down from the concoction of alcohol that had been flooded in his bloodstream before he had taken into the bed last night. part of her wonders if she’d picked up whatever remains, but he doesn’t taste it on her lips –– no, they’re soft, fresh with chapstick, enough to remind him of the first girl he’d ever kissed well over a decade ago. go back to sleep, seth. he’s sure that if he did, he would remember this later and brush it off as nothing more than a dream, some stranger figment of his imagination. surely the real kate would have never done something so bold. not to him. not for him.
but he can’t address it. not yet. maybe his balls just weren’t screwed on tight today.
“what’re you doing up?”avoidance. it’s a well adapted gecko skill.
SHE’D BE MORE surprised if he did talk about it. she’s learned by now that seth is a man who swallows things down, crushes feelings between calloused palms like they never existed at all. no, she could have guessed that if he didn’t do as he was told, he’d avoid the subject entirely. faint taste of whiskey is on her lips now, exciting and disappointing at the same time. she pushes open the bathroom door, turns the light on and stands in front of the mirror. eyes trained on herself, not daring to glance back at him. ‘ i’ve got some things i need to do. ’ it’s a half-truth. she inwardly acknowledges this as she pulls a brush through her hair, working the tangles out of thick black locks. ‘ figure now’s as good a time as any. ’ her voice sounds sharper than she meant it. maybe an edge of embarrassment, maybe an edge of frustration. something like notice me, anyway.
